Here’s the Mission. Your Mission Is to Burn the Elf Village and Eliminate the Terrorist Leader, Sylphina Bloommarin - Chapter 18

“Hey, boys, you wanna put up a good fight? This is the guy who wiped out the whole Great Hall!”

No, it’s not detection magic. He didn’t just see me coming.

He knows! He knows that I wiped out the Great Hall.

The anti-imperialists were rendered unconscious without exception. So why is he communicating with anyone?

“This isn’t the time for thinking.”

No amount of accelerated thinking will stop time or solve this mystery.

The surest way is to neutralize the enemy and make him throw up.

To do so, we must first defeat the subordinates he has sent to us.

The distance is too close to aim and shoot at the opponent coming out of the door.

That’s why I activate the beam blade of the Integrate.

In a small room, a close approach is more reliable.

“I told you to get fired up.”

“‘Cause you can’t make up the difference in power by being fired up.”

He shields one of his companions, who has been rendered unconscious by the Integrate, and enters the hospital room.

Then he finally looked at the magician.

This is him, this is Marlo. This is the man who performed the operation in this hospital.

“What the hell, you …… that arm…”

“Don’t you know? It’s the arm of an orc, or rather a demon. It is the power of magic.”

Not only the clairvoyant eye but also the arm has been strengthened.

The arm of the orcs…..?

I have heard of the legend of the demon king of the land of orcs, but a human being with that power?

“Aren’t the anti-imperialists naturalists? How can they imitate the bodies of other species?”

“You heard me. All I want is to kill all the Karakuris people.”

“And you’re willing to go to any extent to achieve that goal.”

He is a man of extremes. Seems like arguing with him is useless.

“….integrity doesn’t work?”

“Some kind of magic bullet? I’m afraid that’s not enough!”

My shot was caught by the orc’s arm.

And the enemy keeps closing the distance.

“Every man for himself….?”

“Sacrifices are made in battle.”

I let go of the man I was using as a shield because he would have kicked me to the ground.

I never thought that integrity would be ineffective.

…But what to do about this situation? …

I can’t believe the Integrate doesn’t work.

“What the hell is that sword?”

I was able to shift the course of the swinging orc arm.

The blade of light seems to have taken the strength out of the arm.

If so, could a prolonged stream of beam blades stop it from moving….?

No, I think it is more important to remove the non-lethal setting.

This release removes the restraint of not disconnecting the Integrate organism.

If it is currently ineffective, then a more reliable method would be to.

‘You’d better not disarm the non-lethal setting, my brave sir.”

I recognized the voice. No, not exactly the voice.

Still, I recognize this thought communication and its owner.

(Are you …… Major Wallace?)

“I’ll explain later. You’re dealing with a magician now, aren’t you?”

I listen to Wallace’s words while avoiding enemy attacks.

It’s tricky, because the commander would follow me even if I was activating accelerated thinking.

“Now, the church hospital is equipped with a magic formula that ignites when you step over it.

The man is probably the magician. I can’t imagine what would happen if I killed him.”

(….Do you even have a background in witchcraft?)

He is a talented person who is also known as a sword saint.

It is not surprising that he knows magic as a matter of common sense.

“No, I have an advisor next to me. She is your employer.”

(Sylphy? What the hell is going on here?)

“You’re looking away, aren’t you? Karakuri bastard!”

A series of blows with both arms. While activating accelerated thinking, he evades with minimal movement. …. Wallace’s attack was a surprise to me, but he is not a fighter.

“Aim for the feet, he’s probably reinforcing his chest from the arms. Aim for the feet.”

The Major is probably right. It’s not that I was unaware of it.

At this point in time, when the opponent is accustomed to engaging in hand-to-hand fighting, he or she pulls the trigger.

“What?!”

A non-lethal bullet hit his thigh.

Then, at the moment he got frightened, he slammed the beam blade into him.

A sword of light rays is pierced through his chest, paralyzing his entire body.

“Well done, my brave sir…”

(…… Don’t imitate the commander, Wallace.)

I thought about tying up the fallen man.

But he hasn’t completely lost consciousness yet.

“…Karakuri man….!”

A blow of the Integrate to the brain.

And when the man screamed, he stepped on his body.

“Deactivate the technique.”

“Ah?”

“Disarm the ignition technique that was set up in the church hospital!”

The man smiles at those words.

“….haha, I’m not a magician, nor am I Marlo.”

“What?”

“Haven’t you ever wondered? How did I know about you?”

I thought about it – but I didn’t know the answer to that question.

That’s why I put it on the shelf and fought, but no way…

“Did you notice that? Karakuri-man. I was being taught by a real magician.

…Hey, Marlo’s husband. Please do it. We’re done.

Seriously, there’s no point in having something like this inside.”

The man muttered…

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it! Now!”

He didn’t need Major Wallace to tell him.

Even if I don’t know what this is, I know it’s bad to be so close.

“Aaaa…!!!!”

Not only both arms. From head to foot, the whole body became that of a demon tribe.

I don’t know exactly what an orc is, so I don’t know for sure.

But this figure, I feel that it is not even an orc. It is a completely different kind of monster….!

“Damn, weren’t you supposed to kill all the imperial people!!”

The worst part is that it wasn’t just one person who did this.

The anti-imperialists. At least all of them here did.

“…… run away, Mr. President!!!!”

We won’t make it in time!

Even defeating the man in front of you is difficult, yet impossible.

No matter how you try, you’ll never make it in time! We can’t even stop the other guy!

“Wait for me, I’m coming!”

A thought-communication from Wallace, immediately followed by the sound of a window breaking.

And then a man in burning rags jumps in

“… You’ve got to be kidding, we’re on the third floor.”

The burning rags are removed to reveal a crimson battle suit.

There was no mistaking him. There he was, the man he had once fought, Major Wallace, the Sword Saint.

“It is the duty of a captain to put his life on the line when his men are in danger, my brave friend.”